In a world of medieval times, chaos reigns alongside order, war together with peace, and criminals test the boundaries of the enforcers. Assassins and mercenaries are continuously hired, and wars are waged. The desire to conquer is a deadly aroma; relationships form in during peace and battle, betrayal is sharp in the air, and little is as it seems. Mysteries, impossibilities, and quests are uncovered as time passes. Do you dare to risk the edge to find the truth?
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Re: Yule Ball (Open) « Result #1 Yesterday at 11:05pm »
As he scanned the room, Tandar caught a brief glimpse of Brandwyn's familiar face before a group of people blocked his line of sight to the punch fountain. His heart rate sped up and he gently pushed dancers out of his way to get to her. By the time he reached the area, she was gone. He spun around, searching for any sign of her, and spotted her retreating form.
"Excuse me," he muttered to a servant in his way.
On the second floor, Tandar walked the hallways, peering through the open doors. He had forgone any of the usual items that marked him as a Ranger. Instead, Tandar was dressed in nobleman's clothing that his father had insisted he wear. His tunic was dark red accentuated by a white collar and sleeves. His pants were matching with gold decoration near the belt and high leather boots.
Brandwyn was standing alone on a balcony. He approached her softly from behind, grinning as he admired her beauty and recollected how fortunate he was to have a relationship with a girl so perfect. He pushed his mask up and slipped his arm around her waist. His other hand gently turned her chin to face him. As he gazed into her eyes, their lips met in a passionate kiss.
"I missed you so much," the Ranger managed to get out.
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Re: Welcome to the Yule Ball « Result #5 on Dec 15, 2009, 10:41pm »
Yes, I believe that would be all right. Just keep in mind that the Yule Ball is open to everyone, so don't hijack the thread and make the assassination the primary focus. Also, keep in mind that the guards are performing a weapons check on all guests at the main entrance to the castle.
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Re: [The Front] Fear and Death* « Result #6 on Dec 15, 2009, 9:55pm »
Mou’Sayid heard a whistling sound behind him and glanced back, over his shoulder. His deeply tanned face turned nearly white as he saw the ammunition flying toward him. He urged the horse faster.
The first bolt hit the ground just to the right of him and his horse jumped sideways, away from it, and then stumbled.
Mou’Sayid yelled as the horse went down and he went flying from the saddle in front of the horse. It rolled over the top of him and for a brief moment, the entire weight of the horse smashed him into the grass, then the horse was up and running away, leaving Mou’Sayid behind.
Mou’Sayid squirmed in agony and tried to get the air back into his lungs. When he succeeded, he screamed in agony, wishing he hadn’t caught his breath as several broken ribs protested each breath.
He heard another whistling sound and saw a big round iron ball flying straight toward him. Despite the pain of a broken leg, he managed to roll out of its path at the last second as the other bolts whistled around him. He gasped, his breath rattling in his lungs and he could feel blood filling his lungs. He lay on his side and covered his head with his arms and prayed that the end would be quick.
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Re: Attack on the farm (Read-only) « Result #7 on Dec 15, 2009, 7:01pm »
The men who had abducted Arielle and Anyia Compton had stopped for a few moments deep in the woods outside Wensley Village. They bound the girls’ wrists in front of them and then threw sacks over their heads and continued on.
Arielle tried to keep the turns straight in her head, but then realized they were going in a tight circle several times. When they straightened out again, she had no idea what direction they were going.
The sack smelled of earth and potatoes and was not exactly clean on the inside and she sneezed repeatedly. Every time she did so, the arm of the bandit she rode in front of squeezed his grip tighter around her waste, his hand wandering up every so often to grope her front. She tried to block his hand with her arm, but he just pushed it aside and chuckled in her ear.
“Too bad you are spoken for, Sweetness!” He said softly, right in her ear. She was glad the sack was over her head to prevent him from attempting to kiss her. “If not for that, I would have a little taste of you before we make delivery.” She squirmed, trying to get away and his grip tightened more. He chuckled again, as if he enjoyed her attempts to escape. “This is quite fun, don’t you think?” He said lightly.
Arielle scowled, though he couldn’t see it through the potato sack. “You are a dead man.” She said angrily.
He laughed loudly at that, “What you going to do, Little Girl?” He chuckled and nipped at her neck through the sack.
She flinched away from him and shrugged her shoulder, trying to fend him off. Every inch of her skin felt as if she were crawling with roaches and beetles because of his touch. “Nothing,” She said, but her tone of voice was not one of defeat, but one of promise.
“Thought as much,” he smirked, completely missing her tone. “You just lean back and enjoy the ride Sweetness. Who knows, maybe by the end of it you will choose me over the fate planned for you.”
Arielle wanted to ask what that fate was, but knew he was baiting her and she wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction. She just snorted as if that thought was absurd and repeated in a deadly calm voice, “You are a dead man; you just don’t know it yet.”
He just laughed and urged the horse faster to catch up to the rest of his cohorts.
Re: [Norgate]Training* « Result #8 on Dec 15, 2009, 6:36pm »
Muse watched the two bicker as he ate his stew. Rye had long since finished his food, while they were in the woods, and now stood next to his master with his head on Muse's leg. When he finished his stew, Muse put the spoon down and scratched the husky between the ears. "Leave it and it'll be fine. Touch it and it'll be worse, Ector," Muse said, before tearing off a hunk of bread with his teeth.
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Re: Yule Ball (Open) « Result #10 on Dec 14, 2009, 10:54pm »
Brandwyn couldn’t take it any longer. She squeezed away from the blackjack table where she had just won 9 silver pieces during the last half hour and made her way to the punch fountain. She grabbed a crystal goblet from the table and filled it with punch and pushed her mask up on her head to take a long drink. She refilled the mug and pulled her mask back in place and then looked for an escape.
People pressed in around her and she felt the panic rising as she pushed them gently away, heading for the edges of the room. There was no air to breathe inside the great hall. The crowd was no thinner near the edges of the room; in fact she thought it was actually more crowded.
She looked around desperately for a place to get away and someplace where she could breathe. Finally she remembered the tiny balcony off to the side of the Ladies’ sitting room that overlooked the Royal Garden below. The entrance was only a few feet away.
She pushed through the crowd, trying not to spill her punch, gasping for air under her peacock feather mask. She opened the glass-paned door and peeked through, the balcony was empty. She stepped out onto the cool stone and gulped in the fresh cool evening air.
Brandwyn left the door open in her haste to reach the edge of the balcony and get away from the crowd. She pulled her mask off and leaned out over the railing, resting her elbows on the cold marble ledge of the railing and took a deep breath.
There was a sheen of sweat on her forehead and upper lip and her hands were shaking. “Damn it!” she muttered a very un-lady-like curse. “You would think I could get over this by now.” She downed the last of her punch and set the goblet on the wide marble ledge and put her head in her hands.
She couldn’t help thinking of Tandar and wondered where he was. Had he made it back from Gallica? Was he ok? She lowered her hands and rested her chin on them as she stared out over the twinkling lights of the city, a sad look on her face. She hadn’t seen him again before she’d been shipped back home, and since arriving just a couple days ago, she hadn’t had two minutes to herself to really think about that - until now.
Her long, peacock colored dress rustled as she leaned out over the railing farther to look down on the people walking in the garden. The dress’s skirt was designed to look like a peacock tail and her sleeves to be the wings. She had her hair pulled up to one side of her head and the blond curls fell in cascades down her left shoulder and her back.
The blue in her eyes was highlighted by the blue gems of a necklace that hung around her neck, high above the rather low cut neckline of the dress. The ear rings were already beginning to make her ears ache, but they really helped to accent her eyes, so she had decided to wear them anyway. Normally she didn’t much care what she looked like, but for some reason she had taken great pains to make everything just perfect tonight. And here she was hiding on a balcony because she was afraid of crowds. She sighed.
It seemed everyone in the Kingdom was here for the ball. The city was packed. She searched the crowd below, wondering if Tandar were here. He could be, just maybe…
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